Living Loving Maid

Where can I get my garters
For my stockings are ripped and torn
Romping and walking and having gay times
Has taken a toll on my legs.

Where can I get my garters
In a place not soaked
With bathtub gin.
A place with some class, with a
Fine looking glass
With nylons of the finest degree.

Where can I get my garters
And not be called a street woman
But a lady, with bells on her toes
Walking tall in her alabaster towers.

Where can I get my garters,
Fair man
Where can I strap myself down?
[Photo: W September 2009]